Title: Sunflowers Ship/Character: Miyuki/Sawamura Additional Characters: OC delivery & Coach Fandom: Daiya no Ace Major Tags: None Other Tags: Aged-up characters, future fic pro players, established relationship, fluff but still some angry yelling and a cute flashback with flirting Word Count: 670 words Remix Permission:See Permissions Sheet
If this scene sounds vaguely familiar it might be because I stole it from Gilmore Girls. Also I failed to mention but Eijun is there much earlier than his teammates (of course) that's why he's alone.
***
Eijun was pulled out of his thoughts by angry yelling coming from the field as he was heading there to warm-up before practice. He couldn’t exactly make out the words used but his Coach was definitely throwing a fit.
He got worried, his Coach was on the older side and his wife had mentioned, or better said begged, that they shouldn’t try to rile him up as he was quite hot-headed and needed to watch his blood pressure.
He closed his eyes temporarily to protect them from the shining morning sun when he stepped outside and his jaw dropped when he opened them again.
He approached the diamond in a daze, finally hearing clearly the commotion.
“I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER.”
“I’d be more than happy to give you their number. But I’m telling you, we’re just a delivery company. You want those removed ? Call another service. Private or the stadium’s. Or do it yourself.”
“Waoh.”
Both men turned to look at him, surprised, probably not having heard him coming.
“Sawamura !”
Wonder expression still plastered on his face, he hummed in response, completely bypassing his usual archaic, proper greetings.
“Excuse me, are you Sawamura Eijun ?”
“Hmm yes…”
The delivery guy let out a sigh of relief and pushed onto him his device.
“Just a signature here, please.”
Eijun did so in a daze, and leaned in to smell the flowery fragrance.
“Thank you very much for your patronage.”
The man left in a hurry, under the angry yells of the Coach who didn’t stop until he was out of view.
“What the fuck ?! Who even authorized deliveries of FLOWERS in a baseball stadium ?? It’s the fucking bullpen we actually use that !! There must be hundreds of-”
“One thousand.”
Eijun picked up the first bouquet he could reach.
“There’s exactly one thousand sunflowers inside the diamond.”
The Coach put a hand on his hip and gestured at the sight.
“You know what’s the meaning of this ?!”
/
“God, Eijun you’ve been pouting since we left the screening room. I thought you loved romantic movies.”
“I just… Have you seen that proposal ? How impersonal ! That’s not how you propose !! I’ve seen a thousand of them, trust me.”
The catcher smiled.
“You’re pretty passionate about this.”
“Well, it’s important !! Not because you have to do a big gesture but it has to be meaningful ! Not just some dumb dinner at a stupid restaurant in front of a thousand strangers. Like it’s the perfect opportunity to prove how much you know the other person !”
“So, that’s your hot take ?”
“YES !! The more personal, the better ! Like me for example. I love baseball, more precisely I’m a pitcher. My favourite colour is yellow, I love sunflowers, I was born in the countryside in Nagano... I’m left-handed.”
“I’d be very curious to know how the left-handedness would play out in your dreamy proposal.”
“Oh shut up, leave me alone. That was just an example of information I gave out of a thousand, you ass. And no, I don’t know how they would be useful. The surprise is part of the fun, you see.”
He hummed, pensive.
“You say that number a lot.”
“What number ?”
“A thousand. Is it your favourite number ?”
Eijun felt his cheeks warming up.
“And what about it ?”
The bespectacled man smiled knowingly.
“Nothing. I just think it’s funny. Should have figured it would be such an unbelievably high number. Worst would have been a million or a billion.”
“Stop mocking me. It could have been just an expression.”
“Yeah, but it’s not.”
“You’re impossible, Miyuki Kazuya.”
/
Eijun tightened his hold around the bouquet.
It had just been a casual conversation started out of frustration for that movie, literally years ago. It had only been their third date, not like he had been expecting anything by that time.
His cheeks were burning. He couldn’t believe Kazuya remembered that.
He lifted his head and let his eyes gaze around in amazement, heart full.
FILL : TEAM WITH THE WIND, G
Ship/Character: Miyuki/Sawamura
Additional Characters: OC delivery & Coach
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Aged-up characters, future fic pro players, established relationship, fluff but still some angry yelling and a cute flashback with flirting
Word Count: 670 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
If this scene sounds vaguely familiar it might be because I stole it from Gilmore Girls.
Also I failed to mention but Eijun is there much earlier than his teammates (of course) that's why he's alone.
***
Eijun was pulled out of his thoughts by angry yelling coming from the field as he was heading there to warm-up before practice. He couldn’t exactly make out the words used but his Coach was definitely throwing a fit.
He got worried, his Coach was on the older side and his wife had mentioned, or better said begged, that they shouldn’t try to rile him up as he was quite hot-headed and needed to watch his blood pressure.
He closed his eyes temporarily to protect them from the shining morning sun when he stepped outside and his jaw dropped when he opened them again.
He approached the diamond in a daze, finally hearing clearly the commotion.
“I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR MANAGER.”
“I’d be more than happy to give you their number. But I’m telling you, we’re just a delivery company. You want those removed ? Call another service. Private or the stadium’s. Or do it yourself.”
“Waoh.”
Both men turned to look at him, surprised, probably not having heard him coming.
“Sawamura !”
Wonder expression still plastered on his face, he hummed in response, completely bypassing his usual archaic, proper greetings.
“Excuse me, are you Sawamura Eijun ?”
“Hmm yes…”
The delivery guy let out a sigh of relief and pushed onto him his device.
“Just a signature here, please.”
Eijun did so in a daze, and leaned in to smell the flowery fragrance.
“Thank you very much for your patronage.”
The man left in a hurry, under the angry yells of the Coach who didn’t stop until he was out of view.
“What the fuck ?! Who even authorized deliveries of FLOWERS in a baseball stadium ?? It’s the fucking bullpen we actually use that !! There must be hundreds of-”
“One thousand.”
Eijun picked up the first bouquet he could reach.
“There’s exactly one thousand sunflowers inside the diamond.”
The Coach put a hand on his hip and gestured at the sight.
“You know what’s the meaning of this ?!”
/
“God, Eijun you’ve been pouting since we left the screening room. I thought you loved romantic movies.”
“I just… Have you seen that proposal ? How impersonal ! That’s not how you propose !! I’ve seen a thousand of them, trust me.”
The catcher smiled.
“You’re pretty passionate about this.”
“Well, it’s important !! Not because you have to do a big gesture but it has to be meaningful ! Not just some dumb dinner at a stupid restaurant in front of a thousand strangers. Like it’s the perfect opportunity to prove how much you know the other person !”
“So, that’s your hot take ?”
“YES !! The more personal, the better ! Like me for example. I love baseball, more precisely I’m a pitcher. My favourite colour is yellow, I love sunflowers, I was born in the countryside in Nagano... I’m left-handed.”
“I’d be very curious to know how the left-handedness would play out in your dreamy proposal.”
“Oh shut up, leave me alone. That was just an example of information I gave out of a thousand, you ass. And no, I don’t know how they would be useful. The surprise is part of the fun, you see.”
He hummed, pensive.
“You say that number a lot.”
“What number ?”
“A thousand. Is it your favourite number ?”
Eijun felt his cheeks warming up.
“And what about it ?”
The bespectacled man smiled knowingly.
“Nothing. I just think it’s funny. Should have figured it would be such an unbelievably high number. Worst would have been a million or a billion.”
“Stop mocking me. It could have been just an expression.”
“Yeah, but it’s not.”
“You’re impossible, Miyuki Kazuya.”
/
Eijun tightened his hold around the bouquet.
It had just been a casual conversation started out of frustration for that movie, literally years ago. It had only been their third date, not like he had been expecting anything by that time.
His cheeks were burning. He couldn’t believe Kazuya remembered that.
He lifted his head and let his eyes gaze around in amazement, heart full.
A field of a thousand sunflowers.
“Yes, yes I do.”